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*** Here's the second entry in the Story Wheel series.  The subjects this time around were "hairy" and "contagious."  Enjoy! ***

Adam stared at the raven strands coating his plump, sculpted pecs, increasingly feeling like a passenger in his own body.  He knew what this was, knew full well what was happening, and he knew it was too late.  His thick, rigid cock and racing, lustful thoughts also told him what was coming, but at the moment all he could do was stare into the mirror.  He tried to tell himself that the naked reflection staring back really did belong to him, that beneath the wiry carpet sprouting over every inch of his ample muscle it really was his body, even if it didn’t feel that way.

It was a tough sell.  With his addled thoughts full to bursting with images of every naked man he’d ever seen during the many hours he’d spent in locker rooms over the years, the formerly smooth lady’s man felt far from his usual self.  He’d never so desperately longed for another man’s touch, nor had he ever so vividly fantasized about every intimate possibility that he’d failed to explore with the men in his life.  Adam pursed his lips in the mirror, only half-noting the overly dense layer of framing stubble that surrounded them as he instead focused on wrapping them around the phantom cocks swimming behind his wide eyes.  The round, ample cheeks he’d built through hours of squatting and deadlifting tingled as he saw himself being taken over and over again, his chiseled physique rippling from the force of the impacts while he was hammered into.

Being a young, virile bodybuilder in his late twenties, Adam was used to admiring another man’s body from an objective point of view, and having his own impressive frame admired in return.  He was used to inspecting bare, masculine flesh for any imperfections, and comparing it against his own in playful bouts of “horsing around”.  But he’d never hungered for it before.  He’d never desired it the way he did now, the way he always would going forward.  And while the dark-haired hunk was used to being desired, with his tall, sculpted frame and handsome, brooding features Adam expected heads to turn when he entered a room, he knew that his previous experiences would be nothing like the stream of attention to come.

He was also well aware that there was nothing he could do about it.  Not anymore.  His basic biology, his appearance, impulses and desires, were being overwritten by the bacteria, changed on a genetic level in such a way as to not just impact himself, but the men around him.  He’d become an incubator for the spores, and once infected there was no going back.  Prevention was the only cure, and he’d officially blown his chance at that.

He’d just never believed it.  When men started sprouting hair and behaving in an odd manner, Adam had just assumed it was either a hoax or weirdos being weird.  Despite himself having felt the odd attraction to the hairy hunks that began popping up at the gym, he’d written it off as either all hype, or just being too horny, or both.  Even when doctors and the scientific community started weighing in and confirmed the presence of the odd bacterial spores, likely released as climate change slowly warmed the planet, Adam was part of a large segment of the population who didn’t believe a word of it.  He wasn’t about to limit his own life and stay indoors based on the advice of some random doctor, nor did he see why everyone was freaking out just because some guys decided to stop shaving and started fucking around with each other.

And he certainly wasn’t going to take a vaccine when it rolled out a few months later.  Despite a few of the guys in his regular lifting circle having “come down” with the supposed affliction, Adam had no intention of letting himself be injected with some unknown substance.  He’d done enough of his own research online to confirm that the vaccine was just as much a hoax as the rest of it, and even on the off chance that it was real, Adam had convinced himself that he was fit enough and healthy enough that he’d be fine either way.  Due in large part to his disciplined diet and exercise schedule he hardly ever got sick.  He wasn’t worried.

He wasn’t worried when he’d started itching the night before.  He wasn’t worried, nor had he even really noticed, when his eyes started lingering on his roommate, John.  Like himself, the wiry little blonde hardly ever wore more than a pair of shorts around the apartment, so the sight of his tanned, lean frame should have been entirely unremarkable, yet Adam kept looking.  Now, in retrospect, he realized that he’d been stealing glances the whole time.  He’d failed to notice the way he tingled as he let his eyes travel along John’s trim shoulders and toned arms, down his modest pecs and firm abs.  He’d been especially captivated by the other man’s plump, soccer player rear and sturdy thighs, and on the outline of his friend’s surprisingly long cock as it bounced unconstrained against the front of his mesh shorts.  Adam had long known that John was just as attractive in his own right as he was, brimming with blonde, boy-next-door charm compared to his own smoldering looks, but he’d never stopped to consider just what that meant.  He’d never thought about how fun it would be to heft the shorter, thinner man around.  He wanted to strip John of his shorts, throw him over a broad shoulder, and carry him into the bedroom like a caveman.  But instead of him being the one to take the smaller man, he wanted the blonde inside him.  He wanted to feel John towering over him as he was fucked senseless.  He wanted to feel his friend’s sticky rain coating him from head to toe, making his furry frame slick and matted.

That last part had played out in a series of vivid dreams.  Adam had gone to bed confusingly aroused, his new fantasies coming to nocturnal life as the symptoms kicked into high gear.  He saw himself covered in tufts of the same raven hair that sat thick and full on his head, obscuring the muscle he’d worked so hard to build.  Adam had been naturally smooth his whole life, save for a few patches in the customary spots, but in the dream he was a hairy hulk.  Chest, shoulders, arms, abs, thighs, back, ass; the pelt was inescapable.  It was thick and curly, full enough to be gripped by the many men who spent the night riding him like the hairy bull he was becoming.

Adam knew what was happening the second he opened his eyes.  He didn’t even need to look down at his naked, cum-slick frame to confirm; his racing thoughts were enough.  The dark, wispy sprouts only added insult to injury, as did the way he’d furiously jerked off two more times before even being able to force himself out of bed.  Each release was as potent as the ones that had occurred during his sleep, launching load after load onto the chiseled slab of furry flesh his formerly smooth torso was becoming.

Things would happen fast now.  From what he’d read, though hadn’t believed, the transition was terrifyingly abrupt.  He’d briefly blossom, quickly donning the new carpet that would grow back as fast as he could shave it away, and then his desperate new desires would settle from “entirely overwhelming” to merely “intense” over the coming days.  But while the physical manifestations appeared in a timely manner, Adam knew his internal adjustment would be long in coming.  Overnight, he’d gone from a smooth-skinned stud with a revolving door of women, to a hairy, cock-hungry hunk who’d become repellant to the very people he once so effortlessly attracted.  Adam knew that was how the bacteria worked, that it altered his pheromones to make himself irresistible to other men so it could continue its spread, but knowing and accepting were two very different things.  The increasingly hirsute hulk took some solace in the fact that he’d still be desired, just by a different audience than the one he was used to.

Adam tried to stop himself when he finally turned away from the mirror.  He tried in vain to force himself to put something on, knowing full well that it would be next to impossible for at least a few days.  The bacteria wanted to spread, which meant he needed to be exposed.  So no matter how mortified he was at the thought of walking out into the apartment naked and hard, Adam was helpless to do anything else.  Fortunately, John was just as used to the sight of his naked body as he was of his roommate’s, but neither had ever been in such a state before.

The hairy hulk did manage to at least bite back a groan when he stepped out and saw the blonde sitting at their dining room table.  John’s tight frame was clad only in a pair of thin floral boxers, his attention focused on the tablet in one hand while the other clutched a mug.

“Hey man,” John said between sips of coffee, not looking away from the small screen in front of him.  Adam tried to respond but could only sputter, his silence finally getting the other man’s attention.  “Everything okay?  YouuUUUOOHHH SHIT!”  John shot up from the table and took an instinctive step back at the sight of his furry friend, the coffee spilling onto the floor in the process.  There was a moment of silence as the two stared at each other, Adam’s muscled frame brimming with arousal as he stood naked and hard in front of the wide-eyed blonde.  His whole body was red with embarrassment, though it was slightly obscured by the hair that had thickened from a wiry dusting into a curly coating.  “You…you caught it,” John finally sputtered, his toned pecs heaving.  He didn’t realize he’d instinctively positioned the chair between himself and Adam as a barrier until he took a step forward and hit the edge with his shin.  The brief flash of pain was enough to jar him back to his senses, letting him remember that, unlike his friend, he’d gotten himself vaccinated.  “Are you…okay,” he asked, his own body going crimson as he pushed the chair in and slowly approached the other man.

“I…I’m…no!” Adam managed, spreading his powerful arms wide and nodding down at his short, wide cock.  The hefty organ still oozed, feeling like it could pop off again at any moment.  “Look at me!”

“Kinda hard not to right now, bro,” John said with an awkward laugh as he came within arm’s reach.  “What did I fucking tell you?!  What. Did. I. Fucking. Tell. You,” he spat, punching Adam’s hairy, hulking upper arm.  “Dude, I begged you to get that shot.  Begged.  But you were all ‘noooo, I lift weights and I’m strong and I’m a stubborn fucking asshole who can’t be told a godddamn thing ever’,” the shorter man yelled, shaking his head.  “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“What do you want me to say right now?!  You were right, obviously!  That doesn’t fucking help,” Adam cried, his arm pleasantly tingling from where his friend had touched it.  All he could think about was how cute John was when he was flustered, and just how badly he wanted to get the other man out of his boxers.

John sighed and rubbed his face, his shoulders slumping.  “I know…I know…I’m sorry,” he offered.  “I just didn’t want…this…to happen.  Fuck, man…look at you…” the smaller man reached out again, his hands gentle this time as they ran down Adam’s imposing shoulders and along his hairy biceps.  “This shit’s everywhere.  I can actually see it getting thicker, too,” he said, lacing the fingers of one hand through the now-dense carpet that coated the bigger man’s prominent pecs.  He felt Adam shiver in the process and watched his friend’s cock twitch, but he didn’t pull his hand away.

“Is it…is it as bad as I’m afraid it is,” the dark-haired man asked, turning in a slow circle to reveal the unobstructed layer of hair that now coated his back and rear.

“I wouldn’t say it’s bad,” John chuckled, reaching down to stroke one of Adam’s furry, muscled cheeks.  “You look cute with a hairy ass.”

“Oh god,” the bigger man groaned, his stout rod openly leaking from the blonde’s tender groping.  “I should’ve listened. This is a fucking nightmare,” he said, burying his face in his hands.  The motion backfired as it drew attention to the stubble that was already becoming a short, scruffy beard, something Adam had never been able to fully grow before.

“Aw, come on…it’s not that bad!  I mean it!  I’m sorry I freaked out just now,” John said, his tone cheerful.  “But you’ll be fine, man.  I promise. You’ll get used to this in no time.  They’ve got drugs now to take the edge off and at least keep things…”

“I don’t want to take the edge off!” Adam interrupted, running his own hands through the thick carpet coating his abs for the first time.  “I want to go back to normal!”

“I wish you could, man.  Maybe someday they’ll find a real cure for this, but until then…” John trailed off and shrugged, flashing a sympathetic grin.  “I mean, it’s going to be an adjustment, don’t get me wrong, but I know you, dude.  Once you figure out how this part works you’ll be just fine,” he said, reaching to give the bigger man’s oozing cock a quick bounce.

“HHNNNNhhnnn…!” Adam grunted, a whole-body spasm running through him.  “Du…dude!  Come on…” he protested, sounding far less convincing than he’d intended.

“Sorry, sorry,” John offered, his eyes still glued to his friend.  “It’s just…this is so weird.  I’m not used to actually finding you so attractive.  I know you’re hot and all, but I never…” he trailed off again, blushing when he realized his own cock was rapidly approaching full mast.  “Guess that answers that,” he laughed awkwardly.

“Oh…fuck…” Adam grumbled, licking his lips as he watched the front of John’s boxers bounce.  “This means even vaxxed guys are going to…to…”

“Like you’ve ever complained about people finding you hot,” the blonde said, rolling his eyes.  “But yeah, looks like they were right.  The vaccine’ll keep us from catching it…just not from the, uh, rest of it.”  As he spoke, his thick cock shot through the fly of his boxers, emphasizing the growing desire between them.  “Sorry, man.  This probably isn’t helpfullLLLLL!”  John yelped and went up on his toes when Adam reached out and grabbed his cock, giving the lengthy hose a few eager tugs.  “Se…seriously…I’m not trying to take advantage of your…situation…” he gasped as his friend kept stroking.

“I…I know…I just…I…I need it,” Adam stammered, his expression pained and his face purple from embarrassment.  “I know it’s weird and I know it’s awkward but…but I…please…”

John nodded, the sound of his friend’s whimpering making him melt.  Having an inferno of lust suddenly dumped on their years of friendship had him reeling, but the one thing he was certain of was that he’d do whatever the bigger man needed.  Not that he needed much encouragement himself.  Knowing what caused the unaccustomed attraction did nothing to lessen its impact, and the wiry blonde was just as turned on by the silky stud as the other man was by him.  The contrasting sensation of Adam’s soft carpet against his hard muscle made John squirm, and even the presence of another man’s stout cock in his hand, a first for the blonde, only fueled his desire.  “Huh…little guy doesn’t feel so little anymore,” he laughed as he stroked his friend in a similar fashion.

“UUUNNNNHHHhnnn…” Adam grunted and sprayed, though his rigid organ stayed as hard as ever.  Quick, copious eruptions were a hallmark of the infection, it was one of the ways it spread, and they were a far cry from the furry stud’s former stamina.  “Fu…fuck…that’s…that’s embarrassing…” he panted.

“You’re real cute when you cum, though,” John grinned.

“Dude!  Don’t…don’t make it any weirder,” Adam laughed despite himself.  “And the little guy’s not little. He’s stocky,” he said defensively, grinding the slick organ into John’s hand.  At a wide five inches the eager organ was shorter than the blonde’s seven, but the handsome bodybuilder had never received any complaints.

“Little…stocky…never thought I’d be in a position to find out either way,” John sighed.  “And I don’t think this can get any weirder.”

“That a challenge?”  Before John could respond, Adam gave into his earlier desire and heft the other man into the air, casually tossing him over a shoulder.

“Hey!”  John yelped, his face going red both from the blood rushing to it and embarrassment when he felt his boxers torn away.  Adam’s calloused paw was latched onto his plump bubble in an instant, kneading the meaty mounds as he was carried like a sack of flour.  Adam’s bedroom spun around him when they stepped inside and he was roughly deposited onto his friend’s bed, but before he could get his bearings the other man was on him, pinning him between a set of hairy, tree-trunk thighs.

The smaller man’s grunt was drowned out by Adam’s wail when he slowly lowered himself onto the cum-slick pole.  He was still moving on autopilot, but the furry stud was at least still with it enough to appreciate how easily the rigid organ slipped inside, his body having been made malleable for just this purpose.  Instead of blinding pain from having his virgin hole split open, all Adam felt was soul-quenching ecstasy as he started rocking and writhing. His bliss was so intense that he didn’t even realize he’d been unleashing onto his prone friend until the sticky blonde finally managed to get his attention.

“O…okay…bud,” John sputtered, drenched in cum.  “We might need to switch positions,” he laughed.  Without saying a word, Adam rolled over and hoisted his legs into the air, his hairy thighs now framing the blonde’s sticky face as his leaking cock began oozing through the carpet of hair on his abs.  That oozing turned into a series of rapid shotgun blasts when John found his rhythm, leaving Adam a matted, glistening mess by the time they were done.

The now-bearded bodybuilder was drenched from head-to-toe, just like he’d imagined, but it had barely taken the edge off.  “That was…that was incredible…” he panted, pulling John in for a kiss.  He loved the way his smaller friend felt squirming against him, an emotion that was obviously shared by the way the blonde beamed at him when they came up for air.

“See?  Told you it wouldn’t be so bad,” John said, his fingers twirling through the carpet on Adam’s pecs.  “This was fun.”

The dark-haired man raised a bushy eyebrow.  “Was?  Who said we were done?”